As the hunters' moon rose through the night sky they began their journey to appease. With silent air they bent down and lit their torches, quietly whispering farewell to their kin. They neither acknowledged nor denied the task that lay ahead. They knew they must fulfil their destiny or god would reign havoc until the end of their days. Since creation it had always been this way, so there could be no reprieve, no choice, no decision and no denial; as sure as cats hunt mice and mice run in fear, so it will always be this way.
One by one they lined up against the colossal barbed wall that surrounded their village. Yesterday it had seemed to pro
